Luyện nghe bài hát Mirror

Saw stall at the end of the day.
Watched the head west and the sun fade away,
When a voice from within whispered "you stay",
But I my ground knees deep in a grave.

the surface, I'm 6 feet under.
Left for my ones to cry, to wonder.
And while my flesh to tear asunder,
I can feel in my skin, the of thunder.

A clap so loud, that it the ground.
But I be heard, no, I can't be found.
Cause as the ground shakes the fills my mouth
And the I lay in drowns my cries out.

Is this death or is life?
See one is so easy, one is a fight.
use care, my friend comes the day's end,
You can die times 'fore tomorrow begins.

I can type out my feelings but press send.
I do shit that kills me but for the end.
I turn to the mirror and look deep within.
I need a doctor, but maybe a friend.

a man to my north, but he's facing the east.
I get down on my and I beg and I plead,
"Help me, me, you're all that I need",
But before I continue, he and leaves.

My skin to shrink as I'm left all alone,
back to the mirror, and my eyes meet a ghost.
And as i stare he leans in and whispers...
"What do you want me?"

He with my voice, but he thinks for himself.
I ask we are then he opens his mouth.
"I tremble to think of a without doubt,
Where everyone learns things from just of mouth.

When you the worlds when you learn what's inside.
I promise it's easy, look in my eyes.
These eyes are yours, and behind them you'll find
makes you and me, not a brain, but a mind"

And as he spoke through me rhythm and rhyme,
I feel my mouth and hear sound from inside.
But these words I hear, no these are not mine.
Is this God up above or the devil in

Then the man in the mirror, he me my time has come.
And he says that it's to run.

Life ain't and white, he began to say,
Instead, The pain we feel is of grey.
His is graphite, but is slate, so don't let his pain decide your fate.
See mine in pewter, but hers is in ash,
We don't the same cause we're on different paths.

And as he spoke he and thrashed,
And I felt a shiver run down my back.
I knew it was truth, words can't be fiction.
My soul slipped through his elegant diction.

"You learn things when you hear things to listen,
So stop using to force others positions.
Remember your past but hold your vision,
for today, cause the past is a prison."

He spoke a clarity, made himself known,
And That's I realized his words were my own.

The of my fathers that runs through my veins,
Is inside me, I'm going insane.
But there's something about all hurt and confusion,
That gives peace of mind, like I'm lucid.

The man facing east is now back the north,
But time he's facing me, now he wants more.
I to my right and I see the sun rising,
And realize that day is just disguising.

To my left, in the mirror, I my repentance.
The I now live is my own rightful sentence,
But I won't accept it coffin gives guidance,
I turn to the and scream out in silence...
"What do you from me?"

The mirror before me my perception
I hide myself for myself's own protection
There's a I'm buried here, learning a lesson,
The one who best was my own reflection.